The following day (Thursday) we spent most of the day chilling out back at Little Bird Hostel. We ventured only to get food and do some laundry, which believe me after that trek was VERY necessary!
We found a women who owned a cart that sold spit roast chickens- so obvs each of us bought half a chicken- and a women who made the best shakes from only 15 bht and headed back to the hostel terrace with enought food to fed a small Thai village and chilled out for the rest of afternoon reading and listening to Music.
Raffi also picked up a thai delicacy- an egg that is buried underground for 100 days and boiled- making it both look and smell horrific. In the end I had to tell him hurry up and eat the thing or get rid of it lol... I can't say it was very tempting at all- as for it being a delicacy- I think thats a trick they must play on forgeiners to get them to egg a mouldy egg!
That night, being Raffi and Malcolm's last night before they headed to Bangkok to fly home we decided to go out for a few drinks and food. We must have played about 1000 games of pool that evening and as the drinks flowed we went on search of some bars that played music.
I took us across the river to some bars I'd seen- although I knew some of them were hooker bars, I didnt realise just how many their were, which made choosing somewhere to go just a bit more entertaining!... all would seem find until a beautiful women would say in a very gruff voice Swadi-ka!
Eventually we found a bar that seemed ok and had a shot of tequila. However it still seemed rather tame and quite, so we asked the barman where the party was at. He directed us to a Hot Shots bar. Driving up to the building- I had a horrible feeling we were being led astray to a ping-pong bar- mainly as the name of the building where hot shot's was, was named "PornPing Towers."
That was enough to for Malcolm to turn around and go home- but me and Raffi had been assured it wasn't so ventured inside. Thank god we were greeted by a waiter and a women singing on a stage, followed by some Thai star and his dancers then Thai rave music.
We had a few drinks in there and got talking to a group of Thai women- they were brilliant and gave us drinks (red wine!- Rather lethal) and were a lot of fun. Just as Raffi was like- do you think we should go home?.. i'd agreed to go with the Thai women that we would go with them to 'Spicys' so dragged him along. So on the back on the mopeds we went and this group of around 10 Thai women took us to spicys. i would love to see what we looked like- two westerners with a gang of thai women!
The night is a bit of a blur but it was awesome- and apparently even when drunk I have an amazing sense of direction and managed to get us back to the hostel.... the next day we had a million stories from the night before and I think Malcolm wished he'd been there too.
My favorite has to be me daring Raffi to ask a man how much he was paying for his Thai girlfriend for the evening and the Irish guys response "I don't care shes fucking beautiful!"
In a very hungover state the next day the three of us went to the big temple 16km out of Chiang mai... I love it in England you would stay in bed allday with a hangover- when in Thailand, go to a temple!
That afternoon, a grabbed a minivan to Pai, which is three hours north of Chiang Mai... our bus was absoultely crazy. The whole journey I was sat next to the craziest little spanish man called danny sharing stories of travels. When we arrived two dutch girls- Alena and Mereo and the two spanish guys Danny (the crazy elf-like guy) and his friend Javi (the complete opposite-very camp and very funny)- my favorite quote of his "these chips taste like they've been fried in car oil!"- all shared a room at Mr Jan's House.
A crazy few days- or as the Thai's would say 'Ting Tong!'
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